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Now I'm seventen My school is in the country Students wear trainers, reed the sam magazins Now I'm seventen My school is gettin' tiresome Teachers, thy're so young- singling me out Only like philosophy and after school the time, that's what I call my own, MY own time Nice girls meet nice boys end of school day while other girls go strait home, talking 'bout soaps'n' that I go home alone like it watching the nameless people Surfing subways traveling somewhere "...NOWHERE..." Now I'm seventeen I do not have a tiltle Depend on no one else Busy being king Only like philosophy and after school the time, that's what I call my own, MY own time Nice girls meet nice boys end of school day while other girls go strait home, talking 'bout soaps'n' that I go home alone And have dinner in my sweet home Praying again, again and again again, again, and again, again, again... ("...PEACE...") I see the same faces in school And they say that I am different I think it's an honour I say it's an honour to B different I can't go their way Surfing subways traveling somewhere "...nowhere, NOWHERE..." I go home alone And have dinner in my sweet, sweet home Praying again, again and again again, and again, and again... ("...PEACE...") Now I'm seventeen Now I'm seventeen